ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ᴍᴀɴ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ, ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜɪᴅᴇꜱ. -ᴀɴᴅʀÉ ᴍᴀʟʀᴀᴜx
「 ✦"Does it still hurt?" His hand rested on me, his fingers gently tracing the scar as he studied it closely. We were so close that I didn't know where to look; my gaze dri...
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➴ A taennie story...ლ
Rose's POV
Shit, I'm so screwed, he's gonna kill me, I thought, trying to hold it together while avoiding Jimin's piercing gaze.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I replied, attempting to sound calm, though my heart was racing.
"Don't even try to deny it. I heard it with my own ears. You're a decent actor, but you just gave yourself away." His voice was cold, cutting through my thin defense.
I had no words, no way out. All I wanted was to bolt—to get as far away from him as possible. 'I'm so done,' I thought again, panic creeping in. Without another plan, I turned and headed toward my car, hoping to escape. But before I could even make it, Jimin grabbed me, effortlessly lifting me off the ground as if I weighed nothing. He cradled me like a bride and carried me out of the casino, straight into his car.
I struggled in his arms, kicking and punching his chest, but he didn't flinch.
"That won't work, love," he said coolly, amusement lacing his tone. "When I want something, I get it. Right now, I want the truth." He set me down in the passenger seat, locking the door with a click.
I didn't know where he was taking me, so I discreetly turned on my GPS, just in case. Then, I texted him:
Code Red.
As he sat next to me he noticed me typing, snatching the phone from my hands. "You won't need this right now," he said, his eyes scanning the message. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Wow I am almost getting excited. I wonder who 'him' is," he said, glancing at the contact name. He stuffed the phone into his pocket, accelerating as the car sped down the road.
"Give me my phone back! Where are you taking me?" I demanded, my voice rising, fear creeping in.
Jimin's eyes flicked toward me, still calm and in control. "You'll find out soon enough."
Jimin's grin widened, unsettlingly casual. "Relax, love. I'm not gonna do anything bad to you. Not that I'd need to. You're more than capable of looking after yourself, right?" His words were laced with something darker, and I had no idea what he was playing at. For a split second, I considered opening the door and jumping out. But with the speed he was driving, that would've been suicide.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally pulled over and got out of the car. I glanced around and realized he had driven me to his place. Fantastic. I reluctantly stepped out of the car, my frustration bubbling over. "Why the hell did you bring me here?" I demanded, trailing after him.
He didn't bother responding, simply walking inside like this was some normal evening and not a full-on kidnapping. Left with no other choice, I followed him into the house.
